C444 Xinfen Xin-wai Rong

Instantly, Xiao Peng stood in place in a daze, holding the plate of half-drunk bean curd soup. At this time, his face was already alternating between a pale white and an incomparably embarrassed one.

Xu Meijiao walked over and looked at the people who were carrying the bowls of soup. His face was already filled with unconcealable disdain. I was wondering why you guys didn't come in to eat